Wrapped in necromancy, invocations and references to the Devil, this book features a baroque excursion into language taking Bakhtin's ideas of 'polyglossia', Deleuze and Guattari's 'rhizome' model and other postmodern philosophies and running amok with them.
honestly, i think this is the poetry book every writer dreams of writing and reading. Mysterious, lush and so meta. In this way, Akhtar is a writer's writer. It challenges everything - form, content, 'meaning'. reading it is like being in a very beautiful dream. The dream of a bibliophile. The dreams of writers where gorgeous words, concepts, neologisms hang out together to make sweet music. This book was written long before magic entered the creative sphere openly, long before people became interested in the poetic of spells. I am blown away by it and feel very fortunate that I found a copy at a used bookshop. I can't believe I didn't know about it before. There is an amazing blurb from Bernadette Mayer on it too!